In 500 we trust (Interlude) 
I lost a lot here in these streets this shit to over welming
My lil bro got killed in the field cause he ain't use his helmet
We willing to die for respect we all just can not help it
Broski was there when this shit happened and he said he nearly felt it
It pray to god I don't trip and catch a 187
I asked my momma to keep prayin cause I need a blessing
Cause I'm surrounded by Killa's wit guns in their possession
I'm one of them niggas that would bake ya cake and swerve on an exit
I love the 5
Bitch I rep my guys niggas this that gang shit
We in the squada wit four riddas
This shit get dangerous
When I run down do not make a move cause I'm nervous and anxious and I pray that I make it back cause I ain't making the paper
Everyday I cherish my people and I shine on them haters
Keep a glizzy wit ah lil stiffy case he reach for my paper 
I advise you to keep your distance
I don't play with no taser
My lil bitch will line you up
Like how they do with a razor
(Bonez500) talking on the phone
It seems like everyday that I talk to god
I think about death so much I don't know why
Even when I'm gone they still gone show me love
Rocking out to my music banging hood rock in the clubs
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep some gloves
Bitch I'm brimin I'm bangin homie I'm westside blood
Please don't Judge is this really our life and this is how we been living
Lot of my homies gone but I ain't mad y'all made y'all decision
In the bushes holding a 40 this stick got extra visions o much hurt that I'm dealing with I don't give a f*ck bout no Prison
My niggas the same way
They be wallin and trippin
Bro off a Miami Ticket
My boy wild and don't listen
Sacrifices gonna have to be made
There ain't no trust in the system
I got angles I know they with me
I ain't gone end up no victim
It seems like everyday that I talk to god
I think about death so much I don't know why
Even when I'm gone they still gone show me love
Rocking out to my music banging hood rock in the clubs
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep some gloves
Bitch I'm brimin I'm bangin homie I'm westside blood
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In 500 we trust (Interlude) 
I lost a lot here in these streets this shit to over welming
My lil bro got killed in the field cause he ain't use his helmet
We willing to die for respect we all just can not help it
Broski was there when this shit happened and he said he nearly felt it
It pray to god I don't trip and catch a 187
I asked my momma to keep prayin cause I need a blessing
Cause I'm surrounded by Killa's wit guns in their possession
I'm one of them niggas that would bake ya cake and swerve on an exit
I love the 5
Bitch I rep my guys niggas this that gang shit
We in the squada wit four riddas
This shit get dangerous
When I run down do not make a move cause I'm nervous and anxious and I pray that I make it back cause I ain't making the paper
Everyday I cherish my people and I shine on them haters
Keep a glizzy wit ah lil stiffy case he reach for my paper 
I advise you to keep your distance
I don't play with no taser
My lil bitch will line you up
Like how they do with a razor
(Bonez500) talking on the phone
It seems like everyday that I talk to god
I think about death so much I don't know why
Even when I'm gone they still gone show me love
Rocking out to my music banging hood rock in the clubs
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep some gloves
Bitch I'm brimin I'm bangin homie I'm westside blood
Please don't Judge is this really our life and this is how we been living
Lot of my homies gone but I ain't mad y'all made y'all decision
In the bushes holding a 40 this stick got extra visions o much hurt that I'm dealing with I don't give a f*ck bout no Prison
My niggas the same way
They be wallin and trippin
Bro off a Miami Ticket
My boy wild and don't listen
Sacrifices gonna have to be made
There ain't no trust in the system
I got angles I know they with me
I ain't gone end up no victim
It seems like everyday that I talk to god
I think about death so much I don't know why
Even when I'm gone they still gone show me love
Rocking out to my music banging hood rock in the clubs
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep some gloves
Bitch I'm brimin I'm bangin homie I'm westside blood
I lost a lot here in these streets this shit to over welming
My lil bro got killed in the field cause he ain't use his helmet
We willing to die for respect we all just can not help it
Broski was there when this shit happened and he said he nearly felt it
It pray to god I don't trip and catch a 187
I asked my momma to keep prayin cause I need a blessing
Cause I'm surrounded by Killa's wit guns in their possession
I'm one of them niggas that would bake ya cake and swerve on an exit
I love the 5
Bitch I rep my guys niggas this that gang shit
We in the squada wit four riddas
This shit get dangerous
When I run down do not make a move cause I'm nervous and anxious and I pray that I make it back cause I ain't making the paper
Everyday I cherish my people and I shine on them haters
Keep a glizzy wit ah lil stiffy case he reach for my paper 
I advise you to keep your distance
I don't play with no taser
My lil bitch will line you up
Like how they do with a razor
(Bonez500) talking on the phone
It seems like everyday that I talk to god
I think about death so much I don't know why
Even when I'm gone they still gone show me love
Rocking out to my music banging hood rock in the clubs
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep some gloves
Bitch I'm brimin I'm bangin homie I'm westside blood
Please don't Judge is this really our life and this is how we been living
Lot of my homies gone but I ain't mad y'all made y'all decision
In the bushes holding a 40 this stick got extra visions o much hurt that I'm dealing with I don't give a f*ck bout no Prison
My niggas the same way
They be wallin and trippin
Bro off a Miami Ticket
My boy wild and don't listen
Sacrifices gonna have to be made
There ain't no trust in the system
I got angles I know they with me
I ain't gone end up no victim
It seems like everyday that I talk to god
I think about death so much I don't know why
Even when I'm gone they still gone show me love
Rocking out to my music banging hood rock in the clubs
I love my life i stay loaded right up
I up this hat if it's up then it's stuck
I gotta ride with a mask and you know I keep some gloves
Bitch I'm brimin I'm bangin homie I'm westside blood
Writer: RAPHAEL LEE MONPEROUSSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave